It's Sunday morning. I am sitting here knitting. Knitting with pink wool. This is a protest. Admittedly I am the only one who realises it is a protest...and there is also no one here to see it, but nevertheless it is still a protest against this house full of testosterone !
Later I have plans to cut out a skirt...also in pink...but to do so I will have to go back on part of the other part of my protest...you see I am knitting at the moment, I am not tidying the house.